เรื่องสั้นและนิยายในฉากReborn Family Emotions

My mother-in-law Mindy was fanatically superstitious. When my daughter Amy came down with a high fever, she followed an old wives' tale and wrapped the child in three thick quilts, causing her to nearly suffer permanent brain damage from overheating. I immediately rushed Amy to the hospital and repeatedly warned Mindy not to feed her anything strange. The moment I stepped away to pay the medical bill, she forced "holy water" she'd gotten from a suspicious temple down my daughter's throat when she'd only been barely saved from death's door. My daughter had an adverse reaction, and she suffocated to death on the spot. Devastated, I tried to call the police to arrest Mindy, but my husband Sam insisted she had only meant well, and had told me to be more understanding. "Mom was just desperate to save her! You don't have to take it this far, we could always have another child!" Because of this incident, I ended up being diagnosed with severe depression. Mindy, however, was insistent that I'd been possessed by an evil spirit and called on an exorcist to perform a purging ritual on me, inflicting wounds all over my body with a whip. By the time I was barely clinging to life, my husband came home from work. When I tried to beg him to save me, he forced me down by my limbs. "Listen to Mom. Once the evil spirit is exorcised, you'll be all better." And so, I was beaten to death. When I came to, I returned to the day Mindy tried to "help" my daughter once more. This time, I would make sure they had a taste of their own medicine.

In my previous life, I was eight months pregnant when my mother-in-law and husband forcibly dragged me to grab decorative gift boxes from the Christmas tree. I told them there was nothing inside, but my mother-in-law slapped me across the face while my husband pulled me into the crowd. A stampede broke out. They clutched their gift boxes and fled to save themselves, while my child and I were trampled to death. They eagerly tore open all the gift boxes with high hopes, only to find exactly nothing, just like I'd warned them. But as I lay dying, I noticed something in the final gift box. A Black Widow spider with an hourglass pattern on its belly crawled onto my mother-in-law's hand. This spider carries deadly venom. Anyone bitten either dies or suffers permanent disability. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on Christmas Day. This time, watching my mother-in-law and husband gear up to fight over those Christmas gift boxes, I won't try to stop them!

I am the elder daughter of the Dawnlight pack Alpha. On the day I came of age, my father told my sister and me to choose our future mates from the two sons of the Brightvale pack Alpha. The older brother, Damian, was steady and self-possessed. The younger one, Kieran, counted for nothing in his own pack, and it showed in the sullen, beaten-down way he carried himself. In my last life I chose the younger brother without a moment of hesitation, because I wanted him to know what it felt like to be someone's favorite. But on the very day he became Alpha, he threw me out to the rogues. I was carrying his pup. They tortured me until I died. Right before the end, Kieran stood over me and looked down. "If it weren't for you, I'd have been with your sister Adeline a long time ago. You deserve this!" Only then did I learn that he had wanted my sister for years, and that he had never once meant for me to be the Luna of Brightvale. Then I opened my eyes again. Kieran and I had both come back to the day of the choosing. He knelt before my father, solemn as a vow. "Honored Alpha, the one I love has always been your younger daughter, Adeline. I want nothing to do with your elder daughter, Cassia." Every wolf from Brightvale watched me and enjoyed it. But I only smiled, faintly. Then I turned and chose the brother standing at Kieran's side. Damian. Kieran was still living inside the illusion of his last life, certain he had taken the Alpha title on his own strength. He had no idea that from the beginning to the end, only the mate I chose was ever fit to become Alpha.

On my eighteenth birthday, my three adoptive brothers gave me a present—a stray she-wolf. My eldest brother, Caine, said her obedience might finally tame my vicious temper. Rhael said her delicate nature would make my rough strength stand out even more. Lucian said her beauty might distract everyone from how plain I was. But that she-wolf had only one ambition: to become a Luna. When a blind Alpha from a distant pack came seeking a bride, she volunteered to marry him in my place. She never made it. Worn down by the grueling journey, she died along the way. My brothers were consumed by grief. When an enemy pack attacked, they threw me into the enemy ranks with their own hands. I stared at them in disbelief. Caine accused me, “You knew Sophia might die. That’s why you let her take your place without a second thought!” Rhael glared at me with hatred. “You love throwing your status around and bullying others, don’t you? Today, you’ll learn what it feels like to be completely at someone else’s mercy!” Lucian turned to the wolves around us and ordered, “No one helps her. I want her to know what it feels like to be abandoned by everyone!” When I died, there wasn’t enough left of my body to piece together. Then I opened my eyes—and found myself back on the day Sophia volunteered to marry in my place. Remembering how my three brothers had shielded her behind them in my previous life, I smiled. “Father, I’ll marry him.” Father frowned. “Knox is blind and brutal. Are you sure?” “I’m sure.” Since my brothers couldn’t bear to part with Sophia, they could stay with her forever.

I spent sixty years married to Vincent under a fake name, bearing him a daughter and raising his adopted son as if he were my own flesh and blood. On the surface, I was the quiet, dutiful wife who managed the household and cared for the children without a word of complaint. Behind the scenes, however, I tapped into the Capelli mafia family’s vast resources and network to clear every obstacle from his path. I truly believed we were a devoted couple growing old together, but that naive dream shattered the moment his will was read after his death. He had left his entire fortune to his adopted son. As for our daughter and me? We got absolutely nothing. In his final words, he pined for his adopted son's biological mother, claiming he had finally fulfilled his promise to her. Yet, all that remained to me was a simple thank-you. With that, I collapsed in tears and breathed my last. When I opened my eyes again, I was right back on the day of our sixth wedding anniversary. This time, I was done playing his dutiful wife. It was time to take my place back as the Mafia Principessa.

I drifted from pack to pack, surviving on whatever I could scavenge from the trash along the borders. One day, a patrol of Betas stopped me to check my ID. After looking it over, they exchanged confused glances. "Lisa, it says here your wolf awakened when you were 16, and you were registered as an Alpha female. "But you don't look anything like the wolf in your ID photo." Uneasy, I studied the photo more closely. "That's Elizabeth, my adopted sister," I told them. I had to find out whether I was right. So in the middle of the night, I snuck back into my old pack. There, I overheard my mate, Lucio Hale, and my parents comforting Elizabeth. My mother said, "Don't worry, sweetheart." Then my father added, "Even if Lisa finds out the truth, you'll still be the Alpha female. "We just have to trust the witch's potion. Your bloodlines were swapped a long time ago." Lucio reassured her in a gentle voice. "I'll help you keep Lisa out of the way." I listened, unable to believe what I was hearing. Furious over how unfair it was, I stormed out and confronted them. "Then what was the point of all those years I spent wandering? "If this is how you're going to treat me, I'm going to expose what you did!" But I didn't get far. Lucio caught up with me and drove a silver dagger straight through my chest. He stared down at me. "I'm sorry, Lisa. This is all for Elizabeth's future." When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the wolf academy on the day of our fitness test. My wolf wouldn't awaken for another six months. I swore to take back everything that belonged to me and make them pay.

After I'm abducted, I call my mother, a policewoman, for help. However, she hangs up on me and stays by my adoptive sister's side. "Go to hell if you're so keen on it!" she snaps. I calmly watch as the abductors pluck my nails and torment me until none of my skin is left unharmed. In my past life, my mother actually came to my rescue. She left my adoptive sister by the roadside, and the latter ended up being violated and murdered. From then on, I became a criminal in my mother's eyes. She received an anonymous text on my adoptive sister's death anniversary. "I bet a good girl like you wouldn't want your mother to know you hired us to abduct you, right?" She thought I orchestrated the abduction because I wanted to vie for her attention. She thought that was the cause of my adoptive sister's death. "I've saved people all my life. I never would've expected my flesh and blood to be such a shameless monster! You should go to hell as atonement for killing Charlene!" She sewed my mouth shut, shattered every bone in my body, and threw my ashes into a junkyard. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back to the day my mother makes her choice.

My nephew, Jason, came to live with my family for three years while he went to high school in the city. I took care of him the best I could, never once thinking it was a burden. The day he got accepted into a top-ranked university, he went live online. He told thousands of strangers about his miserable life living under someone else's roof. "I know I shouldn't say this, but I really suffered through it. "Those days of depending on others… I never want to think about them ever again. "I just want all parents to know this. No matter how poor you are, keep your kids with you. Even eating scraps together is better than watching another family of three enjoy a feast while you sit alone in the corner." He became an overnight sensation, so did I. The people on the internet dug up everything about me. My name, my job, my address. I was doxxed. I died depressed from the online bullying. However, I somehow got to do it all over again. This time, I was not going to be the saint anymore.

The day a Category 5 hurricane struck, my younger brother, Ryan Bennett, suddenly disappeared. Without hesitation, my parents, Daniel and Emily Bennett, dragged me out into the hurricane to search for him. I barely survived the monstrous storm, but my parents never came back. When the rescue team finally found Ryan, they discovered that he had been playing video games the entire time in the glass room on the top floor. I furiously confronted him, but he couldn’t have cared less. “You’re the one who chose to go out and look for me! “Use your brain! Why would I ever go outside during a hurricane?” Enraged, I rushed at him and hit him, but he shoved me off the rooftop with his own hands. “Stop blaming me! If you’d stopped Mom and Dad from going out that day, they wouldn’t have died! “Since you’re so devoted to our parents, go atone for their deaths!” I fell from the rooftop, and everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, I was back two hours before the hurricane made landfall. Dad had already put on his raincoat and was preparing to go out. Mom was putting on her shoes by the door, desperately tugging at my arm as tears streamed down her face. “Hurry! The wind is getting stronger! We have to find Ryan!” The next second, I yanked my arm free. “I’m not going!” Since Ryan claimed he never asked us to look for him, I wouldn’t look for him this time. I’d like to see just how long he can last in that glass room with a Category 5 hurricane bearing down on him.

The day my adopted sister, Cecilia Sterling, and I were kidnapped, the kidnappers killed her right in front of my family. They looked toward our parents standing a short distance away and sneered. "There's one more. Are you going to save her?" By then, I had already accepted that I was going to die. After all, Cecilia had always come first in my parents' hearts. Meanwhile, I didn't even deserve a place on the list. To my shock, my parents came rushing toward me without hesitation. The moment I was safe, I clutched my mother's clothes and sobbed. "Mom, you finally chose me this time." She pried my fingers away one by one. There was no relief in her eyes, only a sense of release. "You're our biological daughter. We've owed you for all these years. Saving you is the last thing we can do for you." My father let out a hollow laugh and looked toward Cecilia's body. "But your sister's afraid of the dark. She's afraid of pain, too. She'll be scared down there by herself." They shoved me aside and raced back toward the warehouse. When the explosion came, my parents also got what they wanted. They were reunited with Cecilia. Neither of them looked back at me from start to finish. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Cecilia was brought home. This time, I submitted my application for an overseas exchange program myself. "The exchange is for two years. Have you discussed it with your parents?" I lowered my lashes and smiled. "They want me to go."

Zoe Jensen's parents kick her out because she doesn't want to share them with Alice Reed. She ends up homeless on the streets. She ultimately dies of starvation. When she's reborn, she finds herself standing before Alice. The latter is crying and begging her. Zoe is delighted by this. Alice can have her parents if she wants them—Zoe doesn't want to lose her life because of them again!

On the first day of work, the company president said that I looked like his long-lost daughter and gave me a salary of 100 thousand dollars, on the condition that I ate together with his wife every weekend. Once my boyfriend heard this, he yelled at me in front of my colleagues, “How could you believe such a cheap lie?! It’s just an excuse for him to pay you for dirty favors! If your mother learned that you got yourself a sugar daddy after graduation, she’d jump off a building!” So, I rejected the president’s offer. Someone told the department manager that my boyfriend and I insulted the president, and he fired us. My boyfriend was really shocked by this. He stayed at my place and loafed around instead of working. When he no longer had any money left, he asked my mother for money. After that, he asked me to sell my organs. After I said no, he knocked me out with chloroform and sent me to an unlicensed clinic. The doctor there did not use the standard procedures, so I died from the pain. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day I met the president. This time, I shouted, “Sir, you look just like my father, even though we are not related at all!”

At my 20th birthday banquet, I am to sign and receive the ten-billion-dollar inheritance left to me by my mother. My half-sister, Samantha Hatfield, and Howard Daley, her husband, who is also a secretary, eagerly urge me to sign the document. In my previous life, they trick me into signing the very same agreement, and the inheritance somehow becomes theirs. When I try to fight back, no one listens to me. Together, they have me confined to a sanatorium, where I spend the rest of my life drugged, imprisoned, and forgotten. But this time, their scheme is going to fail—I have returned with memories of what happens from the past life. Under their confident, expectant gazes, I pick up the pen. However, I do not pick it up to sign. I raise my hand and slash the pen's tip across Howard's face. As he lets out a terrified scream, I tear the agreement into pieces in front of all the guests and hurl the paper scraps at them. I say coldly, "My mother left all this to me. What makes you two heartless parasites think you're worthy of laying even one finger on it?"

On the day of my tenth wedding anniversary, my best friend, Jordan Price, shows up at my doorstep with a cancer diagnosis. He informs me he only has a month left to live, and his dying wish is to have my wife, Renee Myers, be his bride for a day to complete a non-binding wedding ceremony. In my previous life, I find the whole idea absurd. I tell him it isn't appropriate and turn him down. That night, he leaves a suicide note and jumps into the ocean. Jordan had been orphaned at a young age, and Mom takes him in and raises him as her own. When my son, Oliver Hall, is five years old, Jordan even risks his life to rescue him from a blazing building. Consequently, my entire family concludes that my sins are unforgivable and that I've driven him to his grave. Mom disowns me, and my younger brother, Philip Hall, cuts off all contact with me. Every year, Renee will wear her wedding gown and go to the beach to mourn him. My wife and son loathe me for a decade. … On the day of Oliver's wedding, he sets Jordan's memorial portrait at the head table and publicly declares that he wants nothing to do with me, his father, who supposedly killed the man who saved his life. Later on, after I suffer a stroke and end up paralyzed, Renee frames me as mentally unstable and has me committed to a mental asylum. On the day I breathe my last, I receive a video. Jordan, who is supposed to have been dead for a decade, has his arm around my wife. He's all smiles as he tells me he doesn't have cancer, and he never actually killed himself. … When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Jordan hands me his cancer diagnosis. Renee's eyes are brimming with tears as she takes off her wedding ring. "Jordan only wants me to be his bride for a day. Can't you grant him this one wish?" Everyone expects me to refuse. However, I take the ring from her and casually toss it into the trash. "I can. Sign the divorce agreement today, and I'll walk you down the aisle tomorrow."

I have known since childhood that, within the pack, I'm supposed to give way to my older sister, Sienna Larke, in everything. It's solely because Sienna once shielded our father, Silas Larke, from a rogue's attack. She spent three days and three nights in the healer's hut, fighting for her life. From then on, she became the most revered person in our entire pack. Every time Dad returns to the pack with gold, silver, and gems, I never even get the chance to touch them. Every single piece is delivered straight to Sienna's princess-themed room without exception. In fact, Dad never seems to think it's enough. He'll always smile kindly at her and say, "Sienna, I'll bring you something even better next time." This continues up until Dad summons Sienna and me before the Council of Elders on the day we come of age. When I was young, the neighboring Werefang Pack's Alpha arranged a marriage between me and his son, Cassian Thorne. However, Dad is now letting Sienna take my place instead. I, on the other hand, am being married to the leader of the Moonfang Pack's trade division, Jensen Vance. I lose my composure in Dad's presence for the first time. I demand to know why he's so biased toward Sienna. Yet, he doesn't care at all—not even when I threaten him with my own life. So, on the day the Moon Goddess' ritual is to be held, I have no choice but to accept my fate and get on the wedding carriage bound for the Moonfang Pack. Unexpectedly, my married life turns out to be a happier one than I ever imagined. In contrast, after marrying into the Werefang Pack, Sienna is unable to adapt to the stringent rules there. She ends up suffering long-term bullying and discrimination. Within a year, her mate bond is dissolved, and she's sent home. I return home to comfort her, but she thinks I'm going out of my way to mock her. She grabs me and leaps off a cliff, causing both of us to plummet to our deaths. When I next open my eyes, I've returned to the day the Council of Elders convenes. Just as Dad is about to announce our marriage arrangements, Sienna steps forward before I can speak. She holds onto Dad's arm and says coquettishly, "Dad, I don't want to marry into the Werefang Pack."

When my husband, Lucius Croft, and I were on a flight that was heading toward our honeymoon destination, his childhood friend, Belinda Todd, suddenly appeared before us while pregnant. She claimed that she had bought an economy-class ticket and that she wanted to go on a vacation with us. Not only did Lucius not reject Belinda, but he also wanted me to give my first-class ticket away to her. I turned his suggestion down. So, he helped Belinda occupy the first-class seat next to us. When I realized that an old lady was the owner of that particular seat, I did everything I could to convince Lucius to return the seat to her. Unexpectedly, Belinda was so mad that she got off the plane right away. On her way home, she got into an accident, which killed her and her unborn baby. Lucius attended her funeral calmly. But on the day I was supposed to go into labor, he tied me up in the car and staged a car accident on purpose. "This is all your fault! If it wasn't for you, Belinda never would've died! You deserve to make it up to her with your life!" I could only watch the car drive into the tree in total despair. All I saw was a huge explosion and tongues of flame around me before I completely lost consciousness. When I open my eyes again, I see Belinda standing before me with her belly jutting out. This time, I no longer stop them. What they don't know is that the inconspicuous-looking old lady is actually a member of the esteemed Howard family, also known as the global business powerhouse. She's also the grandmother of the richest man in the world, Ethan Howard.

In my first life, I pulled Dante Romano from the Hudson. My father rewarded me with a slap. Carlo said no respectable man would marry a Bellini daughter found soaked beside a stranger after midnight. When the Romano family came looking for Dante’s rescuer, he locked me away and presented my half sister, Bianca, in my place. Bianca took Dante’s gratitude. Carlo sold me into a brutal marriage. When I threatened to expose them, Bianca poisoned me. I woke beside the Hudson on the same winter night. This time, I saved Dante and took the obsidian crest from his neck. Carlo still silenced me. Bianca still drugged me and stole the crest. By the next afternoon, she had my proof, my father’s oath, and every Bellini guard behind her. She thought history was repeating itself. She was wrong. The crest wasn’t the only thing I had brought back from the Hudson. And when Dante discovered the rest, Bianca and Carlo would lose everything.

In my last life, the System let my parents swap my SAT scores with my twin's. I was always top of my class—until I magically bombed with a 640. Amelia Everton? Scored a perfect 1520, like she'd earned it. The internet went nuts. Everyone called me a fraud. My parents played innocent on TV, said I'd been cheating for years. Every college ghosted me. Then they kicked me out. I froze to death alone. Not this time. I'm taking it all back—every last thing they stole.

Everyone said I was the most generous man alive. When my CEO wife brought her brother-in-law and his son through the door, he stood there with bloodshot eyes. "Emmett's mother is gone. Could I borrow Colette for a few days to be his mom? He cries every night. It's breaking my heart." Without a word, I went to the bedroom and packed Colette Harmon's things for her. "We're family. You don't have to ask." At my son's birthday party, Emmett Pryce wanted to go to the amusement park and told everyone he did not want to share his new mom. My son immediately turned to the guests and apologized, saying, "Ms. Harmon has an urgent matter to attend to. We'll have to wrap up today's party here. Thank you all for coming." Everyone praised us, father and son, for being so gracious about it. Only I knew what had really happened. My son and I had been reborn. In our previous life, Colette had favored her widowed brother-in-law, Stefan Pryce, just the same. I had swallowed every last bit of it. When my patience finally ran out, I forced the divorce. Not long after, my son developed a heart condition and needed an artificial heart. The medical bills were staggering, so I had nowhere else to turn but Colette. However, she laughed in my face and threw me out into the blizzard. "You'll never be half the man Stefan is. Give it up." My son's heart stopped in my arms. Now that we had been reborn, I willingly let these things slide. All I wanted was for my son to live.

At the orphanage gates, the fake heiress stole my proof of identity and slipped into a waiting luxury car, smiling triumphantly. I leaned against the attic while waving goodbye to her. "Have a safe journey, my scapegoat." In my past life, I was taken back to a wealthy family. I thought I'd found my family. My adoptive parents smiled at me, bought me dresses, and called me their darling daughter. Three months later, I was wheeled into an operating room. My heart was removed. I died on the operating table. They didn't even hold a funeral for me. After being reborn, I wanted to make everyone pay the price. This time, it was them who should be on the operating table.